The Next Chapter Epilogue: The Secret Battle.

OOC: I know he's coming right back, but this is making me choke up.

Arilam falls to the ground, crawling backward in the sand. Anything to get away from 'Kea. His rips his mask off, throwing it into the sand.
He covers his face, heavily breathing.
"Mata-nui..." He whispers to himself, shivering.

IC: Sylah stares at the fallen body as if she's not understanding what's going on.

Rahzahkea is dead.

Rahzahkea is dead.

Rahzahkea is dead and Torok's still alive.

She shakes, eyes brimming with real tears now, as well as ones of pain. In a flurry of motion, the mutant leaps forward, body shifting and streamlining as she moves. Sylah dashes around Torok, and past 'Kea, leaping back.

She holds the sword, and the innocuous black object that fell from her friend's body. Her eyes are wide and angry, and she takes a step forward.

"You know, once I thought we were alike. Both monsters, feared and powerful, but with good intentions. Perhaps it was Kirathel's power, or your silken words. But I thought that once."

She laughs and take another step, the sword glowing dully. "But we aren't alike at all. Regardless of how you became a monster, there's one more difference between us. I changed. And you?"

The mutant extends both arms, brandishing both sword and box. "You just stayed one. Paradise my Kanohi. I'll praise your name when Karzahni's gates freeze over. And if I die today...I'll see you there too."

She chuckled to herself, sniffing once. "But no more wasting words on you. You showed us no mercy? Well, we can do the same."

The mutant swings the sword at his staff, while moving the Box towards his injured side. It morphs into a dark longblade-type weapon, and cuts at his arm. She can barely think of anything now, just a single desire, corrupt but overpowering.

Vengeance.

OOC; And with that I gtg, pause or let someone else handle Sy' for me pls. Ty.

OOC: There was a reason why it needed Hosts, I wasn't going to make an unwinnable boss. Canonically its because it had a demi-conciousness.

Orokal tried to focus enough through his rage to dodge the glass shards, but a few still managed to go into his shoulder and leg. He limped towards Torok, using his sword to steady himself.

Arilam however, still laid in the sand, tears running down his face (If toa actually do cry, that is).

And Cloak was nowhere to be seen...

OOC: Remember, Willpower over POwer

Oh I was thinking that Ithmys would use the symbol to summon wrathfire, but not be able to control it.